User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-1298206-20120405230044/@comment-3135907-20120411212924

A guard swings his spearbutt at Abigail, laughing evilly. "Oh? Oo's gonna stop us, eh? Yer army? Haha, wot a liddle mouse fer such big werds..." Captain Barlank shoves the stoatguard aside. "Yer friend `ere is a traitor t'the crown, that's wot, mousie. An' anuther thing...yew are too! But we won't slay or imprison youse all...yet. Nex' time it'll be th' choppin' block wid th' lot o' yer, see!"